The pressure on my chest
The tightness in my throat
My shaking hands
Anxiety is a bitch
The non stop thoughts going in and out of my head
Late at night
Or early in the morning
In the middle of class
Or the middle of work
Anxiety never leaves
My day filled with worry
About imaginary things
I know this happens
And yet I can't get rid of it
No matter how hard I try
All I can do is remind myself that
Anxiety is a bitch
